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What?
I'm not a tweaker. I don't use drugs. I never had.
But...I've seen you.
When? When did you ever see me use?
This isn't like that Queen Elizabeth question, is it?
You ever notice how I always showed up, in the middle of a binge? Left before it was over? How I sneak away for capnaps? How when the crank came around to me, I always said I'd just done one?
No one ever noticed?
Are you kidding me? A bunch of amped out tweakers? It was easy.
But... why? Why would you pretend?
I can't tell you.
You don't trust me?
I don't trust anybody.
And you want me to do you some big favor?
Wait If you don't trust me, why did you tell me that stuff about not using drugs?
Because I don't want to see you end up like Kujo and those other losers. I thought that maybe if you knew that I didn't use, you might see it in yourself to go clear.
I don't know... a little. I wish you would have let me in on it from the beginning.
I'm sorry. I couldn't.
Nah... I want to keep it. Maybe I can use it for like, inspiration ...you know...like when I detox?
Good for you Jimmy.
Wouldn't be a favor if you were paying me. I'll just take my five when the deal is done.
You're a good man. Jimmy the Finn.
Who is it?
It's Tom.
All right, Nancy, how'd you track me down?
Billy Sutcliffe said he saw you at a bar down in Gardena a few weeks ago. Said you looked so bad, he barely recognized you.
Closure? How do you find closure when her killers are still running around out there?
I found forgiveness in my heart for the people who killed my daughter. I gave my grief to Jesus Christ.
Is that what you want me to do? Put it all on Jesus? Let him sort it out in the afterlife?
You've got to deal with this sooner or later, Tom. You can't keep hiding.
Maybe I am dealing with it.
I know it's not my place to pass judgement on you but ...
I'm genuinely happy that you found some peace, Nancy. But you can't forgive for Liz. No one can. And you can't forgive for me.
Your hatred makes them stronger and you weaker.
I don't buy that. There's a place for hatred. Did you know that Liz and I got into an argument the night she was killed? I acted like an ass and I never had a chance to apologize to her. Do you know what that feels like?
It's not too late to show her you're sorry.
How?
I knew that if these were the guys I was looking for, I'd have to set up a deal so sweet, they wouldn't be able to walk away from it.
That's when he called me. He told me his story and he pitched me a plan.
These guys are smart. I knew they wouldn't hit a deal unless they knew all the players. I needed a big buyer.
How you holding up?
I'm fine. Little nervous...little disappointed that I didn't finish this myself.
Hey, you did the right thing. You wouldn't have stood a chance against these boys by yourself. They have eaten your ass alive.
Oh shit
What?
Can you do me a favor? This girl I know, her boyfriend's a real piece of shitdude's really jamming her up. I promised her I'd try to help.
Look...I'd like to help you out ... but I really don't want to get involved.
I understand. Thanks anyway.
Jesus, I look like a raccoon.
I was thinking Alice Cooper.
Oh God.
Come on, cheer up. It could be worse.
How?
I don't know .... you could be staking your financial future on stealing Bob Hope's stool specimen.
What about the guy on the very bottom?
Leave me out of this.
That bad, huh?
Could be worse. Oh sorry, forgot who I was talking to.
Ouch.
Don't worry, he's probably passed out with his head in the toilet by now.
This man sounds like a real catch.
Oh, he's a keeper all right.
Colette ...
What?
Nothing.
Go ahead.
Look, it's really none of my business but why don't you just dump this guy?
It's not that easy.
Don't tell me, down deep he's really not a bad person and you don't want to see him get hurt.
Who the fuck are you, Dr. Joyce Brothers? I hate the sonofabitch.
Then leave.
I can't.
Why not?
You don't understand.
There's nothing to understand. The guy is a pig.
I can't leave.
You get off on abuse or something?
Fuck you.
Then why don't you leave? Just give me one good reason.
Because he'll kill me.
Why don't you call the cops?
Why? They don't hold him for more than a day or two.
That's long enough to get out of town.
I can't. I've got a kid. She lives with my parents. Quincey knows where they live.
Then make sure he gets put away for longer.
How?
Oh. Hi.
What happened to your eye?
Turns out I'm allergic to steeltoed boots. Go figure. By the way, I'm not looking for a matching set. Where's Quincey?
Don't worry. He's out of town.
How far out of town?
Trust me. We're safe.
Miles Davis. "All Blues."
Never heard of him.
Just a fuckedup guy who played beautiful music.
Like you?
Nah. I'm strictly minor league... except for the fuckedup part.
Dude played his soul right out the end of the horn. No false notes. Always honest.
And you admire that?
It's the only way to play.
Is that how you play?